Julien pushed himself up from the cold floor and tried to brush the dust off his ruined coat.
The air inside the sprawling garage was completely different from the dirty maintenance room they just escaped from.
It hummed with a strange vibration that rattled his teeth and made the hair on his arms stand straight up.
He looked past the broken yellow doors and saw the giant Green Gate swirling brightly in the centre of the room, casting a sickening green glow over the polished military vehicles parked along the walls.
He thought they had finally caught a lucky break and found a clear path to escape, but that hopeful idea vanished the second he turned his head toward the centre of the room.
Commander Lena was already standing right in front of the swirling anomaly with her arms crossed confidently over her chest.
She was not alone either, because her entire personal death squad was lined up perfectly in a half-circle around the portal.
